“You certainly fooled him, didn’t you?” He tried to keep his face impassive. It was imperative not to let Sutcliffe know how much the death of Talon’s men disturbed him.
“I’ll expect you to be more discreet in your dealings with Philip Carrington now that you’re back. I want you to at least pretend you’ve been sleeping with your wife. I won’t have any hint of scandal right now. The timing is too crucial.”
Daniel nodded, realizing that if he renewed his relationship with Philip, it would only endanger them both. “Are you quite through?”
Sutcliffe laughed and turned back to his study. “I’m through with you for now,” he tossed back over his shoulder. “Run along. Go play with your little friend. You needn’t worry yourself with your wife any longer.”
Daniel clenched his fists at his sides, reining in the urge to attack the bastard and make him pay for every single time he’d hurt him.
Sutcliffe was insane. He had to be stopped.
And Daniel knew how to do it. It was time Talon learned the truth.
About everything.
